more Morrising
I don’t know why I’m not writing much here any more - lots of posts in my head, but actually putting fingers to keyboard seems beyond me right now.
Yesterday, we (as in Rackaback) did our first proper dance out of the year, down by the Minerva pub in Hull. It’s a nice space, on the old docks, and there were a few people around. I rattled the bucket and people actually paid us (possibly to stop), and we had lots of compliments too. It was an ideal time to test out my purple suede boots - sheepskin insoles and two pairs of socks, and they were dead comfy. But they do make me look like Nanny Ogg …
Last weekend (not yesterday, but the one before), we took ourselves off to the badlands of North Lincolnshire. An all to brief stop in Louth, which is a lovely town, but they hide the long term parking, and then down to Mablethorpe for fish and chips by the seaside, and a long walk along the prom. Beautiful day, and it was most enjoyable.
And that’s it, for now.
Mirrored from kestrel.org.